The Hunt Chapter 11: Aftermath Part 2 (Six days later.)

In a gigantic ship, the masked master was hanging around - writing meaningless paperwork - in his office. He slowly turned a few pages, skimming through what was important in them. You might not see it, but behind his mask, he was fatigued. His eyes were half-closed as they only saw that were identified as boring. With a slight bit of anger, he looked at the light on the ceiling, worrying about a few things in his life. He sighed.

Knock knock knock! Someone's at the door.

"Come in!", ordered the master as he leaned onto his steel, darkened desk.

Hearing his call, the door was opened. In entered an injured Corbin in his somewhat casual clothes. In a terrible feeling, he stomped to the front of the table. Two plasters were stuck on his face: one was on his cheek, while another was implanted on his left eye. His left arm hung around with a caste wrapped around it. Upon his appearance, the master stood up and looked.

"Ouch!", said the master as he saw the bandages.
"You told me to come here, right sir?", asked Corbin.
"Oh yes. Really. Why don't you have a seat?".
"No. I'm not in the mood. So, what's the problem?".
"The problem? Why there is no problem. It's just you lost to the OPT for the THIRD TIME!".
"Master... It won't happen again. I promise!".
"Which is why I'm putting you off."
"Okay... wait... what? Off... what?!".
"The job! That's what!".
"M-master! You can't take me off. I-I... I'm still important to the fleet!".

The silhouette facepalmed himself in rage, and then slammed the table.

"THE JOB TO HUNT THE OPT, YOU DUMBASS!".
"OH! Oh... right...".

"You better thank your ex-girlfriend, she's the one who saved you! From the next day and onwards, I will put you and the other soldiers - who are still alive - on a temporary-one-month suspension! I should be expecting you to train yourself, Corbin!".
"... Yes, Master!".
"Now, get back to the medbay and rest until tomorrow!".
"On it!".

As he turned around, the master further yelled, "WAIT! NOT YET!".

Annoyed, Corbin closed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows, just before looking at the master again.

"We still need to talk...", implied the Master, "When you lost two times, you only had blood spilling out of your nose and mouth. This time... you had severe injuries! Before you say, I don't care if it is a long story! Tell me what happened...".

Thus, Corbin told the Master the incident that happened during the hunt.

"I see... So Dynamo had this brand-new, black form? Interesting... I've heard of this before. As a matter of fact, I've seen this!", told the master.
"You've fought things like this before?", questioned Corbin.
"YES! Of course! This is a stage where Observians become "wild and unstable". According to them, they call this "The Form of Monstrosity". This form had many nicknames like "The Unspoken Ones" and "The Monarchs of Disasters". This goes to show that Observians are a huge force to be dealt with."
"Is that... bad?".
"Oh no! This is a little worse than their base forms! But in the end, we shall conquer and overpower them."
"... How?".
"I have other henchmen, who have hunted these creatures down and murdered them on the spot."
"Like you and my ex-girlfr-".
"Correct! Like your ex-girlfriend!".

"Oh gee... Thanks!", Corbin said, looking to the side in jealousy and enragement.
"Speaking of which...", spoke the Master, "She might have interest in hunting the OPT down. "Perhaps, I'll hire her. What do you think?".
"Oh sure! It's best if you do that!".
"Fantastic! Thank you for your time, Corbin."
"Right, sure", rudely said Corbin, as he turned away and walked out.

After the door was slammed, the Master put his phone out and went into his contacts. He then phoned.

END of Chapter 11

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You read part 1. Right?

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Just did